Lyrical Breakdown of Tookie Knows II - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how ScHoolboy Q feat. Traffic & T&F weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Tookie Knows II" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that ScHoolboy Q feat. Traffic & T&F employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Oh, we might die for this shit, nigga Uh, might go down for this shit, nigga Gang, gang bangin' that Crip shit Niggas said cuz in the first grade In the shade where the cops can't see us Eighteen, tryna dodge the cage It was cool 'til that gang sweep Now I'm in back of a van And my wrists got a band Got a number for a name No name on the Visa, no card get accepted Now I'm forced to a man Murder raps, where you from? Put the nigga on his pockets Watch the COs, they be watchin' County news for the hustle County spread for the muscle Couple marks on my knuckles Puttin' niggas on bunk status Shoulda been with the bitch ass Now he on a mattress that we bench press PC, get the Fruit Loops Keep tellin' on niggas Why I fuck with that nigga? Nigga made bail but I'm still at rage Should I thank God for the hell I raised? Cause the nigga that snitch is gonna feel that grave Like, ain't nothin' to a locc, huh? Went missin' to his folks, I ain't in, I ain't know, huh? They ain't show up to the court, huh? But then charges gotta go, huh? A young nigga back on Fig H-crown on wig Shoe strings say where I'm from On probation and got my gun Other side goin' for that thumb Motherfucker, I'm gangbanging Nigga I'm blue'd up, blue Chucks Blue tee, nigga I keep it G Nigga, in the streets is where I be I'm up like breakfast while niggas sleep Me and Floyd posted on Fig Getting it in and movin' it out Getting it in and movin' it out I'm holdin' the heat, he's watchin' the block I'm watchin' for cops, I'm holdin' these rocks Fiends keep comin', this shit don't stop When it's war time, niggas get popped We might die for this shit off tops My nigga gonna ride for this Crip, no lie But I ain't dead, yeah, nigga, thank God Money got niggas lookin' at me all odd Punk ass niggas better go get a job Run up on me wrong, bitch, nigga get popped I'm gon' ride for this shit, on Crip A nigga gon' die for this shit then trip 4/5th extendo, with fifty in the clip TF by my side, he stupid with this shit Q in the ride grippin' on the fifth Run up on me wrong My nigga, my nigga, my nigga, I'm gang banging Uh, might go down for this check, nigga Uh, I might die for this set, nigga I ain't trippin nigga, I ain't slippin' Niggas lyin' sayin' I ain't Crippin' Back to back, me and Tiny smack I said back to back, straight cups of 'gnac Niggas ask, what he signed for? I got an eight ball, I got a Rondo I got an AK when that bitch spray It's like pullin' strings on a lawnmower Last time I seen jail, nigga I was cell livin', getting mail in it I ain't even talkin' mail, nigga Pay-pals for the cell, nigga Hit the streets and cause hell, huh? School of hard knocks, fuck Yale, huh? See me and Traffic like a orca nigga And the black and whites love whale watch Front line like mailboxes 5-12, that's the numbers on it May first, May deuce, May twelfth, members only .45, no numbers on it Scratched down, I'm strapped down Might go down for this shit If I don't then I'm racked down Rank up there with Shaq crown I got a Benji button like Brad Pitt I press that, I'm gettin' rich I might go down for this shit We might die for this shit nigga Might go down for this shit nigga Gang, gang bangin' that Crip shit We might die for this shit nigga